All Chapters of From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

TERRAThe moment I closed the door behind me, I could feel the storm rising inside. My fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles turned white, nails digging into my palms. I could still feel the memory of Marcus walking Julia into the mansion, the way he held her, the smirk curling on his lips like he owned her entirely. He owned her. Not me. Not his stepdaughter. Her.I slammed myself into the plush chair in my mother’s room, trying to keep my breathing steady. But it was useless. The rage inside me bubbled over, turning my vision hot and red. I didn’t even notice Livia tossing a pile of files onto the desk until they scattered across the floor, papers fluttering like wounded birds.“Mother—” I started, my voice sharp, but she didn’t even look at me.“You saw it, didn’t you?” Livia’s voice was cold, venomous, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “You saw that little… little snake parading herself with him.”I swallowed, trying to calm myself, but the words only stoked the fire

MARCUS I waited outside the university gates, engine idling, sunglasses on, one hand tapping the steering wheel. I wasn’t here for the scenery, or the laughing students walking past with carefree innocence.I was here for Julia.My fiancée.My little dove.Mine.She came out of the gate with her backpack slung over her shoulder, cheeks pink from the afternoon sun or from thinking about me. I could tell the difference. She walked with that small, cautious smile she always had when she sensed me watching her. She tried to hide it sometimes, but she was terrible at hiding anything from me.The moment her eyes found my car, her steps slowed, and her lips parted just a little.There it is.That look.The one that makes me forget every war I’ve ever fought, every throne I’ve ever taken, every enemy I’ve ever killed.I lowered the window slightly.“Get in, Julia.”No need to raise my voice. She always heard me.She opened the door, slipped inside, and the scent of her, soft, warm, faintly s

MARCUS I leaned against the sleek black car parked just outside the university gates, ignoring the curious stares gathering around me. Students always stared, of course they did. A Lucchesi vehicle in front of a school wasn’t something common eyes could ignore. But none of that mattered.I was waiting for her.Julia.My woman.My future wife.A week had passed since I brought her home with me since I made it clear to Augustus, to Livia, to Terra, to the entire damn world that she was mine. And for a week, I hadn’t missed a single chance to pick her up after classes. I told her the guards could do it. She refused. I didn’t listen.If she thought for a second I’d let her walk out of this building alone, exposed, while Terra lurked like some desperate animal searching for scraps.. she was mistaken.I remained where I stood, hands in my pockets, watching the flow of students trickling out. Some were laughing, some lingering, some glancing at me as if I were some out-of-place executive or

JULIAThe mall felt unreal.Not because of the glass ceilings or the glittering storefronts or the low hum of people moving in every direction, but because Marcus Lucchesi was walking beside me like this was normal. Like we were just another couple spending an afternoon together.His hand rested lightly at my lower back, guiding but not forcing, warm and steady. Every time I became too aware of the stares, of the whispers that followed us like a shadow, he leaned closer and murmured something dry and amused that made my shoulders loosen despite myself.“Relax,” he said quietly. “You look like you’re walking into an execution.”“I feel like it,” I muttered, clutching my bag tighter. “Everyone’s staring.”“That’s because you’re beautiful,” he replied without hesitation, as if stating a fact so obvious it didn’t need romance attached to it. “And because they know I don’t bring just anyone here.”That did not help. At all.My face burned as we passed a boutique with soft dresses displayed

NEROI didn’t plan to follow them.That’s the lie I told myself, anyway.The truth was simpler and uglier: I saw Marcus’s car pull out of the Lucchesi gates, and my body moved before my pride could stop it. I kept my distance, three cars back, far enough to pretend this wasn't an obsession, far enough to convince myself I was only being cautious.Protective.That’s what I called it.They didn’t go to the mall this time. No crowds, no public spectacle. Marcus didn’t need witnesses anymore. He drove like a man who had already claimed what he wanted.They stopped at a quieter part of the city, one of those places people like us didn’t usually touch unless business required it. A small art district. Cafés with chipped paint and plants hanging from windows. Streets that smelled like coffee and old stone instead of gun oil and money.Julia stepped out first.She was smiling.Not the polite smile she used at home. Not the careful one she wore around Father. This one was soft, unguarded. Real